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this post must seem harsh to the german reader. Reinhard Mey ?!
one of I.s teacher-friends once told this story of him taking the suburb-train back home, late at night, listening to, well, Reinhard Mey on his walkman, headphones on, and being suddenly confronted to a drunken middle-age female skittle-team.
they obviously wanted to flirt with the charming youg man, and engaged the conversation by asking what he was listening to.
they thought he was kidding. they really didn't believe him.
is that a good story? probably not.
german listener - if you can make it till the song's end, please pay attention to the last verses. it's worth it.
listen.
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